Kneading dough is a technical job. You have to add water little by little. You can't add too much at once. If it becomes thin and then you add flour, it will be difficult to control the amount.
Although Qin Shuangshuang rarely kneaded noodles, she still knew the steps. She carefully poured water into it, checked that it was almost done, and started kneading it.
After all, she worked in a breakfast shop in her previous life and watched her boss do a lot of work, and she also learned how to knead dough.
The dough was kneaded and put on a plate. Shen Chenming's rolling pin hadn't been returned yet, and it was useless to make dough. There was nothing to roll out the dumpling wrappers.
I can only leave it for now, and the dumpling fillings haven’t been mixed yet. This time I have to add all the green onion, ginger and water, and put in all the diced lotus root, chopped green onion and so on.
Picking up the chopsticks in the meat filling, Qin Shuang double-handed the bowl of bubbling onion and ginger water, blocked it with the chopsticks, and poured the remaining water in the bowl evenly into the meat filling.
Just as he was falling down, Shen Chenming came back, holding a wooden stick in his hand. It looked like he had broken it off somewhere.
It's round, but it's not a serious rolling pin.
But it doesn’t matter. In extraordinary times, just have it, and it doesn’t matter if it’s serious or not.
"Girl! The water hasn't been added yet?" After Shen Chenming finished speaking, he picked up the kitchen knife on the side. "This is an abandoned broom handle from the canteen. No one wants it anymore. I broke off a section and brought it back. I used the knife handle to repair both ends. Think of it as our rolling pin."
Qin Shuangshuang: "???"
Do you mean that discarded broom handles are equivalent to rolling pins?
"It's true that you actually ran to the cafeteria to find a broom handle and came back."
"Hahaha!" Shen Chenming laughed while repairing the two ends of the broom handle. "I can't help it. The rolling pin in the cafeteria is too thick and heavy to fit. I have to return it after using it. I happened to see a section of the broom handle on the side. It was very small. Just cut it off.
By the way, I have notified everyone I want to invite tonight, asking them to come at five o'clock and prepare the dishes themselves. "
Qin Shuangshuang: "..."
You are the boss, you have the final say.
After adding water, Qin Shuangshuang stirred the meat filling clockwise with chopsticks to see that it was almost done, then pulled all the diced lotus root and green onion on the chopping board into the basin.
Afraid that it was not salty enough and tasteless, I added salt, MSG, and soy sauce again, and then stirred again until no minced meat, diced lotus root, and chopped green onion could be found.
Over there, Shen Chenming's broom-handled rolling pin was also ready, and he took it to the sink to clean it several times, fearing that the little girl would dislike it because it was dirty and wouldn't use it.
Clean it, wipe off the water drops, and hand it to Qin Shuangshuang: "Girl! Try it and see if you can take advantage of it."
Taking it, Qin Shuang shook it and said, "It's okay. If you don't know its origin, no one will associate it with the broom handle."
"That's it. From now on, it has transformed into a rolling pin in our family. It is no longer a discarded broom handle that has been thrown aside and ignored, ready to be burned as firewood."
"Yes, you have a discerning eye and know how to recognize treasures." Putting down the freshly baked rolling pin, Qin Shuangshuang directed Shen Chenming, "Wipe the cutting board clean.
Let's start rolling out the dough to make dumplings. We will eat dumplings at noon, no cooking, the briquette stove is not available. "
"Okay." He had no objection to the little girl's arrangement. "It's good to eat dumplings. I like dumplings the most. I want to eat a big bowl at noon."
Hearing such childish words, Qin Shuangshuang smiled: "If you like it, wrap it up and keep it in the refrigerator. You can take it out and cook it when you want to eat it. It's very convenient."
"Really? My little girl likes me, loves me, and thinks of me in her heart. The refrigerator can freeze dumplings quickly, so I'll buy some meat to wrap tomorrow. Let's make more. If you really go to town to teach, There won’t be time anymore.”
Although Shen Chenming seemed to be joking, he was actually telling the truth.
He felt that the little girl really cared about him and loved him.
Her love is hidden in those smart eyes. Every time she looks at herself, she smiles and is obsessed, which is really cute.
Every time he saw the expression on her face, Shen Chenming wanted to hold her in his arms and love her.
It seems that only in this way can he be worthy of the little girl's obsession with him.
His girl is very pretty, very beautiful, but she doesn't have any makeup. If she dresses up a little, none of the female soldiers in the art troupe can compare to her.
Not only is she beautiful, she is also talented, unpretentious, pure and gentle, which is really rare.
"It's up to you. If you like it, pack more. Anyway, I don't like it very much. It's okay to eat it once in a while, but I'll always get tired of it."
"Then I'll eat it, I won't get tired of it."
After arranging the cutting board, Qin Shuangshuang took out the prepared noodles.
First sprinkle a little flour on the cutting board, spread it evenly, put the dough on the cutting board, knead it several times skillfully, roll it into long strips, and pull it into balls one by one.
She was busy minding her own business, and Shen Chenming beside her was surprised. Why is this little girl so good at making pasta? Did she do it at home?
Or is she self-taught, having seen it elsewhere and learned it at a glance?
This must be the case, otherwise how to explain why a southern girl who rarely eats pasta cooks northern pasta?
His girl is so capable, and I am truly lucky to be able to marry her.
They are destined by fate and cannot escape even if they run away.
Picking up a pot, Shen Chenming rolled it out awkwardly. He knew how to do this kind of work, but he was not skilled at it.
Qin Shuangshuang ignored him and let him do it first. If it didn't work, she would roll out the dough and make dumplings. Surely Shen Chenming knew how to make dumplings?
No matter how stupid a person is, they can still make dumplings. It just depends on whether the dumplings look good or not.
Anyway, you eat it yourself, it doesn’t matter whether it looks good or not, as long as it can be wrapped well and the filling is not exposed when cooking.
"It doesn't matter if the secret is exposed. When you eat it, it's not me and you, but you are me. Why should we tell the difference so clearly when it's not cooked?"
This is what my grandfather said confidently in his previous life when he was scolded by his grandmother for making bad dumplings. Grandma was so angry that she chased him all over the house with a rolling pin, but grandpa still felt that he was right.
Grandma was so angry that she put her hands on her hips and yelled: "According to what you say, we don't even need to make dumplings at all. Wouldn't it be easier to cook a pot of batter and lump soup?"
Grandpa didn't dare to speak, because it was Grandpa who suggested making dumplings. He was really afraid that Grandma would be angry and not make them for him, so she cooked a pot of dumpling soup and brought it to him.
She was very happy when her grandparents were around, and it didn't matter if her parents took care of her.
Her grandparents were gone, her family was gone, and she became a superfluous person in the eyes of her parents.
Shen Chenming felt the changes in the little girl's emotions. Sometimes she was happy, sometimes she was sad, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
It must be that she is homesick. The girl rarely leaves home, her parents and relatives. She followed him to the military family home, so she will definitely miss home.
Rolling out the dumpling wrappers awkwardly, Shen Chenming comforted Qin Shuangshuang tenderly: "Girl! Don't be sad, I will take you home to visit relatives when I have time.
You can also write a few more letters back home at ordinary times, asking your grandfather, parents, brothers and sisters-in-law if they are okay. "
Qin Shuangshuang was shocked, feeling that Shen Chenming's observation skills were too keen. She just showed her emotions when she thought of her grandparents in her previous life, and now she was noticed?
